the screen is a blue, or is it a red.
the black of night has overwhelmed you,
dulling all the other colors to a piercing buzz
you can hear it in your head,
your hands, your eyes.
you can feel it in your very soul.
if you lie still enough,
you can feel the buzz take over your whole body.
it's primal, overwhelming,
and so intricately intertwined with the very universe that it feels forbidden.
like you aren't supposed to know,
to notice.
but if you still just right, it feels refreshing, new, exiting,
yet so intrinsically ancient that you feel you're playing with a god.
a god that speaks through the tiniest of cicadas,
softly whispering into your ear unknowable things to comfort you.

© count on the stars